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Edited by Shattered Mind: 6/10/2015 4:07:49 PM
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A Dreg's Promise: Chapter 3

[b]Hello again Guardians and welcome back for chapter 3. As always, feedback and criticism is welcome. If you've missed the first and second chapters, then click the #adregspromise tag on the top and you can see all the posts. Oh! Also, I will be taking in requests by those who want to have their character(s) be featured in my story. All you have to do is pm me a bio of who your character is. Please make bios as descriptive as possible as it will help me get their tone and behavior on point.[/b] [u]Chapter 3: Training[/u] By the end of the first week of Training, Rorschach was already wanting to give up. He wasn't entirely drained of hope yet, but was extremely disappointed when he found out what Training [i]really[/i] was. Greevis had made it sound like it was going to be a lot of pirating and firefights. As it turned out though, it was just a lot of disciplinary chores in the hull of Vaniks-7. On the first day, which was after the tour, Rorscach was introduced to his 'home', which was nothing more than a glorified prison cell. It was one of many cells in the expansive block, and he didn't have to share it with anyone, so he had what little space there was all to himself. Greevis had then showed him around the Training Compound of the Ketch, who the Overseer was, and where Rorschach would be working. That was when Rorschach had concluded that he was not going to like Training one bit. "Whoa Greevis, I'm going to be doing what?!" "Shine and take care of troop armor you will, yes." Greevis replied dryly. "No, not yes! I thought I was going to be going out into the field!" Rorschach scoffed, baffled by what he was hearing. "Fret not, young Dreg." Greevis assured, "Your time with field work will come, yes? Yes, first, you must learn discipline, teamwork, and honor. War is coming Rorschach, every day is a new battle against the humans, yes? And Madam Ventryx will be most displeased if you represent her to her superiors in an ill manner because you weren't prepared. Yes, this would be the least of your worries. Good luck Rorschach, perhaps when I see you again, I will be changed, yes." And with that, Greevis left Rorschach to his own devices. For the rest of that day, Rorschach just wandered about, exploring the various rooms and quarters of the War Ketch that he had not seen with Greevis. He wondered where his guide and friend was going, and why he wanted to change. Once again, questions tore at Rorschach's mind. Rubbing his eyes with his hands, Rorschach cleared his thoughts as best as he could. It wasn't long before it was time for him to return to his cell, and so Rorschach went back to the Compound and into his small home, where he would await for sleep to whisk him away. After hours of slumber and bliss, day two began. "Wake up! Wake up! Maggots," the sudden booming voice startled Rorschach, waking him from his slumber. "Get up, Dregs! Let's go! Captains don't promote the shits that sit on their asses, so MOVE!" The roar of the Overseer got Rorschach and the hundred other Dregs moving and scrambling to put on their Training gear; which was just an orange chest-plate. Rorschach quickly donned his plate and with a sigh, he took an Ether seed, breathing life into him for the long day ahead. After an hour or two of being initiated and shown exactly what was to be done with the various weapons and armor, Rorschach and the other Dregs were set loose. It was hard at first, partly due to the Overseer constantly yelling insults and threats at them, partly because there were so many things that needed to be fixed, cleaned, or made. It didn't help at all that everyone was aware of the coming war. By the end of the day, very little had been accomplished, and all of the Dregs felt dejected and exhausted as they shuffled back to their cells. Every day after was more of the same things. More boring, grey armor to repair, more shock blades that needed to be sharpened, and more of the dreaded Overseer, the Captain that no Dreg liked. Though the tasks became easier as the first week came to an end, no one felt closer to becoming an active Dreg, or maybe even a Vandal. It seemed as though everyone had given up hope, everyone but Rorschach. Hope was the only thing that kept him going, that kept him alive. He was alone in his silent crusade, and every day, Rorschach would hope for something exciting or different, but nothing came. Nothing that is, until one day, after weeks of waiting, something happened, something unexpected. [b]Sorry for the longer read on this one guys and gals, I wanted to get a lot of things across. Expect Chapter 4 to be as long as this or possibly longer. Anyways, thanks for reading. Chapter 4 will be up on Wednesday and the link will be here---->[/b] https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/129014504

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  • Another piece of advice I should have given you earlier when you were asking but I will say now even though I will look like a dick. Don't post more than one part in the same day, in fact, post one per week, it gives your story time to grow and people will not feel overwhelmed with having no time between to read and you won't waste all your ideas in A day and not run out of content. This lets your talents as a storywriter flourish as you can view the criticism on each chapter (ie, grammatical mistakes, chapter was too short, felt like only one person talking, etc)

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